Xin Qiji s classic poems, Xin Qiji s ten poems

The ten poems of Xin Qiji are as follows:

The Song Dynasty poet Xin Qiji's ten most famous poems: "Qingping Le Village Residence", "Qingyu Min Ku Case Yuan Xi", "Xijiang Moon, Night Walk in the Yellow Sand Road", "Breaking the Array, Giving Strong Words to Chen Tongfu to Send It", "Nanxiangzi Dengjingkou Beiguting Youhuai" and "Yongyule Jingkou Beiguting Nostalgia", "Ugly Slave - Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall", "Bodhisattva Man: Shujiang Jiangxi Stoma Wall", "Partridge Sky Giving People", "Qingping Le, Staying Alone in Boshan Wang's Nunnery" and so on.

1, "Qingpingle Village Residence".

The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream. Wu Yin is good in drunk, who is white-haired?

The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops. The favorite child is dead, and the stream head lies on the lotus bed.

Translation: The thatched eaves of the thatched hut are low and small, and the brook is covered with green grass. The Wu dialect with drunken flavor sounds gentle and beautiful, whose family is the old man with white hair?

The eldest son was hoeing grass in the bean field east of the stream, and the second son was busy weaving chicken coops. The most beloved is the mischievous little son, who is lying on the grass at the head of the stream, peeling the freshly plucked lotus pods.

2, "Qingyu Case: Yuan Xi".

Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blows down, stars like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

Moth snow willow ** wisps. The laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd is looking for him. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim.

Translation: Like the east wind blowing away a thousand trees and flowers, it blows fireworks and rain like rain. Luxurious horse-drawn carriages fill the road with aroma. The melodious sound of the phoenix flute echoed everywhere, the bright moon like a jade pot gradually slanted to the west, and the fish and dragon lanterns flew and laughed loudly all night.

The beauties are wearing bright ornaments on their heads, and they walk with the crowd with a smile, and the fragrance on their bodies is wafting. I searched for her in the crowd a thousand times, and suddenly turned around, only to find her in the middle of the lights.

3, "Xijiang Moon, Night Walk in Huangsha Road".

The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard.

Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. In the old days, on the edge of the forest of the Maodian Society, the road turned to the river bridge and suddenly saw it.

Translation: The moon rose above the treetops, and Heng Nalan flew away from the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seemed to hear the sound of cicadas in the distance. In the aroma of rice flowers, people talk about the harvest year, and there are bursts of frog calls in their ears, as if talking about the harvest year.

Light clouds floated in the sky, twinkling stars appeared and disappeared, a light rain began to fall in front of the mountain, and the familiar thatched hut of the past was still nestled in the woods near the Land Temple. Turning a corner, the thatched shop suddenly appeared in front of him.